Who am I? Well, I'm weird.

August 01, 2006|by RYAN WILLARD

I am not normal.

At least, I like to think I'm not. I'm weird.

When it comes to my weirdness, there is no doubt that other people have influenced me. I do things with other people. I hang out with friends who make me laugh and friends I can trust. It's not like I sit hunched in a tower and ring a bell every hour, hoping that one day the hump on my back will magically go away.

I've learned to accept my weirdness as a part of me. Who wants to be normal anyway? Too boring.

It has been known for quite some time that everyone is different then everyone else. Sure, we share some common traits, but there are distinct differences in people's feelings and actions.

Yet, some people think it is morally wrong to be weird. They want everyone to fit into a groove and become a pawn of society: Go to college, get a job, work your way up the career ladder.


That's just one example. But people still do the "normal" thing all the time, even if they don't agree with it personally.

I look at being normal as this: It is for the weak-minded who cannot find themselves and instead must be a branch on someone else's tree - someone else who might not be a benefit to that person.

People can't find their own selves; maybe they go buy a pair of Nikes and some "cool" shirts and place all their sense of who they are on someone else, maybe someone who just did the same thing.

It's a vicious cycle. It's a dead end.

Technically, if you think about it, being normal should be looked at in a negative light. If people were normal, we wouldn't make breakthroughs in technology, science or literature. We would be a species stuck in limbo. Perpetually engulfed in our own normality, we could not think creativity or originally.

I embrace my weirdness, from the fact that I love Frank Sinatra to little things like being a liberal.

I wouldn't have it any other way. Just so long as I'm not a normal, boring, flaky gray speck in the world.

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